The next day, early in the morning.

Fork in the road.

"Quick!"

Hebula, who hadn't slept all night, stared at his blood-red eyes and roared.

His sky fell in an instant......

In fact, it collapsed yesterday evening.

It's not that he won't let out reconnaissance, his reconnaissance cavalry is wandering around the battlefield, Shi Xiong's department is killed from the south of Xuanhua, his reconnaissance cavalry has already found out, and then hurriedly went south to report, Shi Xiong's department has not yet arrived at the chicken station, Hebul has already known this nightmarish news, and he also instantly understands that he has fallen into a trap.

But alas, it was too late.

After all, it will take time for him to withdraw his men from the battlefield.

Even if the order was passed on, it would take enough time for Shi Xiong's cavalry to rush through the Jiming Station.

At this time, the Mongol armies were actually in chaos, and the militia cut the entire battlefield with eighteen chariot cities, plus the ravines, woods, and hills that existed on the battlefield itself, cutting the attacking Mongwu cavalry as well, and they were like being in a labyrinth composed of chariot cities. Under such circumstances, it was not easy to gather the army, and more importantly, they were also very disunited internally, and they just wanted to retreat quickly, and they did not think about the consequences of this news being passed on.

In particular, this message transmission was not known to Noyan at the same time, and the Noyans, who knew that they had fallen into the trap first, would they wait for those Noyans, who would probably know about it an hour later, to retreat together?

Well, of course they won't.

They will only rush to flee as fast as they can on their own.

In this way, Hebule, who had just finished satirizing Wang Yue, was slapped in the face, and with the transmission of the news, the already exhausted Mengwu army directly collapsed......

They are actually a tribal confederation.

Hebul was the strongest, and had the support of the Jurchens, who then forced the tribes to submit to him and honored him as the Great Khan.

But to be faithful is nonsense.

Of course, such an alliance is very happy to rob money and women together, but it is strange that they do not disperse in such a desperate situation, and the first to flee are the White Tatars, who have already rushed to the north of the civil fort, and in fact they do not need to be notified by Hebul, they themselves can see the dust in the north. After learning that it was Shi Xiong's cavalry corps that appeared, they did not hesitate to flee to Zhuolu first, but unfortunately they were mistaken by cleverness, they did flee first, but because of the route problem, they were the first to be attacked by the Changsheng army.

And it's a cross attack by mounted cavalry.

From Tumubao to Zhuolu, it is a real flat river, a pure plain, and on such a terrain a cavalry that broke out and fled to an unorderly situation was attacked by the mounted cavalry.

It's all crushing.

In the twilight, the real iron cavalry that marched like a wall smashed into white tartars like a stone smashing porcelain, and the unformed archers were trampled under the iron hooves with desperate screams. The hussars, who were outflanked on both flanks, also quickly completed the encirclement of them, and the White Tatars, who were blocked by the lofty mountains behind them, struggled helplessly in this encirclement, and then fell under the attack of various weapons, and the banks of the Sangan River directly turned into a blood-colored slaughterhouse.

Fortunately, the White Tatars also attracted the cavalry of the victorious army, giving Hebul time to flee the battlefield.

But unfortunately, at the same time, the Xi people led by Xiao Gan also arrived, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Xi Kingdom drove in person, and appeared in front of the Mugwu people with his cavalry very suddenly.

Hebul never thought that he would be attacked in this direction!

Because it was already dark, and these guys were wrapped in tattered leather robes, Khutura, who was directing the retreat, even thought it was his own people, but in the blink of an eye he was overwhelmed by these same nomadic cavalry, and at this time he did not know whether his son was alive or dead. The entire battlefield was completely disrupted in this way, and even the militia disbanded their formations and joined the ranks of besieging and beating the Mughu, you must know that both heads and horses are very valuable, and these militia have suffered a lot of losses, and they must make up for the loot.

More than 20,000 militiamen!

And they were entangled with the Mughal cavalry.

Their sudden counterattack quickly blocked the path of the latter's retreat, making it impossible for the Mughal cavalry, who had been passing through their middle passage, to move an inch in an instant.

Especially when the night came, although there was moonlight, the battlefield that had been completely chaotic had completely lost the possibility of saving, and Hebul could only look at his more than 20,000 cavalry in despair, sinking in the dark wasteland.

The cavalry of the victorious army in the north beat violently against the White Tatars.

The latter has even begun to abandon their horses in despair and flee into the mountains and forests behind them.

But it's useless, because those militias like this, the cavalry got off their horses and crossed the mountains, so for these militiamen who are familiar with the terrain in this area, it is really tantamount to giving them heads, even if they don't kill them and capture them alive and then send them to the talent market, it is also a lot of income.

More than 20,000 militiamen and 10,000 Xi cavalry disbanded in the south fought with the Mughal cavalry in the dark night.

The militia and the Xi people don't have to worry about accidental injury, in fact, they are familiar with each other, these Xi people are mainly nomadic in the ravines outside the Gubei Pass, and the west boundary is Longmen Pass, these years are mainly to trade with the militia in the Xuanda area, so after getting Wang Yue's invitation, the emperor of the Great Xi State who is treating his illness in Yanshan City directly went to gather people and horses.

Moreover, the Second Infantry Corps of the Changsheng Army, which attacked from Tianjin Pass, also joined the battlefield in formation, these were the genuine Changsheng Army, they smashed like a heavy hammer in the middle of the already collapsed Mengwu cavalry, and used their bows and firearms to harvest the latter's life frantically. In the end, on this nightmare night for the Mughu, more than 70,000 troops, including nearly 30,000 cavalry, launched a siege against them, who were only in their early 20,000s, and they were completely dispersed.

On the battlefield of almost 200 square kilometers, the Mengwu cavalry, which fought separately, was annihilated in the siege of the Song and Xi coalition forces.

For the Mugul, it was the night of death, the night of blood, their unforgettable memory......

If they can go back alive.

In fact, the fighting continues.

However, the Great Khan of Hebule had already escaped, and he and his eldest son Zhan Qinba'er Hehehe, fought with the three thousand elites who guarded him all night, and finally came out of the battlefield, but at this time there were less than 1,000 remaining guards. It's not that they're all dead, a large part of them are scattered, they've been running all night and fighting all night, and who knows what happened to the people behind them.

But fortunately, he finally escaped.

Because at this time they are in front of them the only way to escape this trap......

"Finally escaped, if I see that dog thing again, I will have to skin him!"

Hebule, who fled for seventy miles in one night, looked at the entrance of the canyon in front of him, wiped the sweat on his head and said hatefully.

This canyon is the only way to escape this trap, and on the south side of the canyon is Xieyang Pass, and this twenty-mile canyon from the fork to Xieyang Pass connects the two basins of Ulzhou and Zhuolu.

"Eh Qige, he may not be lying to us."

Counselor Ba'er Hehei said.

Pity them still can't be sure who is behind all this.

"Hmph, if you lie to us, I'm going to pick his skin!"

Hebul said through gritted teeth.

Indeed, it doesn't matter whether that dog thing lied to him or not, he didn't pick the skin of this dog thing when he was almost wiped out, how could he calm his anger, but after this battle, the blood of the Mengwu country was at least half dry, although I still had 10,000 cavalry there, but the next thing to do was to quickly flee back to the northern grasslands. He has completely failed, not to mention staying here to compete for Xuanda, it is difficult to say whether he can keep his Mughal Kingdom when he goes back, those who just surrendered to him will definitely vent their anger with him because of the heavy losses this time,

"Great Khan, do you mean me?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded above him.

The father and son of Hebul and the surrounding cavalry raised their heads in amazement, and looked at the hillside next to them, where a man in iron armor with an iron mask on his face, who looked like a golden iron tower in the morning glow, was holding an exaggerated giant bow and aiming at him.

"Great Khan, do you mean me?"

He said sincerely.

"Kill, kill this!"

Hebul came to his senses in an instant, and he raised his knife in anger and roared.

The surrounding cavalry all raised their bows in an instant, and then hundreds of arrows flew out at the same time, but unfortunately they had no strength after flying hundreds of meters, and the other party was in a high place, only a few arrows hit him and were bounced off by the iron armor, but some cavalry were already dismounting, ready to charge upward......

"Come back, don't fall for his tricks!"

Hebul shouted.

The cavalry hastened to a halt.

Indeed, now I am running for my life, and I don't have time to entangle with this guy.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hebul said with a look of hatred.

"Who am I?"

Wang Yue suddenly looked up at the sky as if he was constipated, and several sharpshooters beside Hebule immediately raised their bows and arrows to shoot him, but such a distance was destined to be useless, it was difficult to shoot at such a distance, even if it was a marksman, this is a bow and arrow, not a rifle, not to mention that he was still in a high place at this time, and the arrow shot upward was not the same as the arrow shot downward.

"I am your nightmare, I am the suppressor of all nonsense, I am the arbiter of all heretics, I am the smasher of the old world!"

In the clanging sound of sharp arrows hitting the iron armor, Wang Yue, who was wearing the iron mask, howled like a convulsion.

At the same moment the string of the great bow in his hand suddenly loosened, and then a special huge arrow whistled out, and was stunned by his convulsive howl, and shook it violently on the horse's back, and then he lowered his head in amazement, and looked at the extra shaft of the arrow in his chest, and fell to the side with a look of astonishment......